I'm approximately 8 years old, though I'm not really sure how old I actually am, since I'm adopted. I'm not really sure what kind of dog I am, either, but someday I hope to find out.
And, despite the fact that the toy bin is overflowing, my mom usually comes home with more toys. This one is one of my favorites, though he now has a bald spot because I love him so much I just had to rip the fur off of him. Natalie and Tom say I make a noise when I yawn that sounds just like whatever this guy is supposed to be. I'm not sure about that, I just like how he squeaks.
I'm told that all dogs have special talents. I would like, now, to share some of mine with all of you:
My first talent is: begging. I have seizures, and the medicine I take doesn't allow me to have salty snacks. Somehow, though, I still manage to get my mom to give me table scraps some of the time. This is one of my tactics I employ most often. This contraption seems to produce a plethora of deliciousness on a regular basis nowadays, and although Natalie is always yelling at me when it is open and I try to examine what's going on, I know it is a good contraption.
My second talent is cuddling. Aside from begging, it's definitely the thing I'm the best at. Even when my mom first adopted me, and I hadn't had a bath, I still had to jump up on the bed and cuddle with her. Since then, we have had daily cuddle sessions. I know some dogs don't like to cuddle, but not me! I cuddle like it's my job!
|More photographic evidence of my Fantastic Cuddling Abilities|
Now, this next talent might be a little lost on some people, but I assure you I will extol it's benefits. I can use pretty much anything as a pillow.
This is my Christmas moose, Albert. He was the second toy my mom bought me--sometimes, I will shake him around and bite him until he squeals. Other times, I will use him as a pillow, as I am doing in the above photograph.
Okay, I know, using a stuffed moose as a pillow isn't really that difficult, so to better illustrate my point, I present to you the below:
There I am using a table as a pillow. Now, that takes talent! And these benefits I mentioned earlier? Well, you're never without a place to rest your head! That's most certainly a talent, if you ask me.
I'd say Curiosity is definitely one of my best talents-- I like to investigate a lot, especially if something has a curious smell.
My mom likes to submerge herself in this giant vat of water from which I always try to pilfer a drink, and she likes to drop these curious smelling things inside with her. I enjoy the smell, but I never get my drink when she does this.
Sometimes, the things I do might be characterized as odd, or weird-- I'd like to show you a few of those things, now:
|This was me after I went to the Bad Place.|
|This machine spits out heat. I love it.|
|This is grass. It is delicious. Don't knock it until you've tried it.|
|You know you sleep like this, too.|
Anyway, since my adoption day, I've been pretty attached to my mom, even though she takes me to the Bad Place all the time. She always comes back for me-- sometimes, I cry when she leaves. It is definitely not a Fun Time, so I do what I can to make sure I can keep her in the apartment:
If she cannot put these weird things on her paws, she cannot put the other weird things on her paws, and she will therefore stay with me.
This doesn't ever seem to work, however, because she always manages to make me stop doing this. So, if she is in the house, it is imperative that I know where she is at all times:
This is where the giant vat of water resides. She never closes the door all the way, so as long as I'm persistent, I can nudge my way inside.
Sometimes, I almost jump in the vat with her.
Sometimes, I almost jump in the vat with her.
While she sometimes leaves me behind with words I don't really understand "Trust me, buddy, it hurts me way more than it hurts you..." (These words are usually said Monday-Friday), sometimes she does include me in her plans!
Sometimes, it is good!:
Even though I had a seizure the night before, we had fun on this day in this large vat of funny smelling water that I did not drink.
Sometimes, it is bad:
This day is called Halloween, and it is obviously not my favorite. I sat in this spot the entire time she made me wear this thing. She took a lot of pictures, and kept trying to make me move from my Safe Spot. I would not.
I don't like wearing things that are not related to my fur:
This was the time water came from the sky. I did not like it. And I did not like this thing.
Even though she makes me wear these weird things, and leaves me sometimes, I always know she is coming back. And even though she worries and takes me to the Bad Place, she is a pretty good human. I can tell she loves me a lot because any time there is something wrong with me, she jumps on her hand device and looks all worried, and I'm just like this:
You're so dramatic, Mom!
Anyway, thanks for visiting this little corner of the blog, and for taking the time to read about me! If you have any pets, you should definitely post pictures of them in the comments section, I'd love to "meet" them for a quick 'shake'!